#i would love to just go to sleep but there's still so much material to revise i feel like i only know 30% of what i'm supposed to know đ
Rating: K
Summary: T.K. is eager to return to the firehouse for his first shift post-icy pond coma. He's feeling great, excited, and ready for anything. What he doesn't expect is a surprise visit from a lonely Carlos in the middle of the night.
A/N: This one has been sitting for a while and I figured I should probably release it before we FINALLY get some new material to work with this week!!
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âDid you pack extra socks?â
âYes.â
âYour vitamins? Your hoodie?â
âYes, Carlos.â
âI put an extra blanket for you in a bag by the door, make sure you grab it on your way out.â
âOkay, this is starting to feel more like my first day of Kindergarten than my first day back at work,â T.K. chuckles.Â
Carlos shifts uncomfortably and huffs. âI just want to make sure you have everything you need.â
T.K. puts a hand on his chest, steadying him. âIâm going to the firehouse. Not the moon. If I need something you can bring it to me. Itâs twelve hours Carlos. One overnight shift. Iâll be okay.â
âI still think maybe you should have waited until there was a day shift available,â Carlos insists. âYou need your sleep.â
âBabe, I want to go back. I need to go back. If I sit around here for much longer Iâm going to go crazy,â T.K. says gently. âThe doctors cleared me, my dad cleared me, Tommy cleared me. Iâm good to go.â
âNobody asked me if I cleared you,â Carlos grumbles low, almost as if he doesnât mean for T.K. to hear it.Â
T.K.âs mouth twists into a half smile that he tries to suppress. Carlos has been extremely attentive and serious about T.K.âs recovery care since coming home from the hospital. There have been schedules and spreadsheets and alarm reminders about medications and appointments. T.K. has been plied with so much of Andreaâs soup that it feels like his eyeballs could float.
He still tires a little quicker than normal, especially toward the end of the day, and he hasnât quite shaken off the permanent chill that ate its way into his bones in that frozen pond, but he feels almost back to one hundred percent. And heâs definitely well enough to get through one shift.Â
âI will be okay,â T.K. promises him. âIf anything feels off Iâll tell Tommy and come right home.â
Carlos eyes him, still not convinced. âPromise?â
âI promise.â
His phone buzzes and he checks it. âNancyâs here. Iâll see you in a few hours. Youâll barely even know Iâm gone.â
âBe safe,â Carlos says.Â
It was their standard standard farewell before. Before the fire and the breakup and the ice.
âI will,â T.K. responds. The words have an odd weight in his chest. The last time he went to work they were broken up. He couldnât promise Carlos that he would be safe, and he wasnât. He fell through a frozen pond and died and woke up to a second chance with the love of his life.
It feels good to be able to make that promise again.
âLove you,â he says, pecking Carlos on the lips as he shoulders his work bag.
âLove you too,â Carlos says. âAh! Blanket!â he calls as T.K. reaches for the doorknob.
T.K. accepts the bag from him. âThanks Mom.â
Carlos rolls his eyes, but thereâs a fond, slightly embarrassed smile on his lips. âShut up.â
T.K. takes the elevator down to the ground floor and exits out the front doors to where Nancy is parked and waiting. âAw yeah!!â she yells out the car window. âGet in loser! Weâre going to work!â
T.K. throws his bag giddily into the back seat and buckles his seatbelt. âFreedoooom!!â he crows happily as she puts it into gear.
âOh, yeah, like itâs been so hard for you recovering with Carlos catering to your every whim,â Nancy teases.Â
Sheâs not wrong; he has no complaints. Carlos has been with him as much as possible for the last few weeks, rebuilding the fractured splinters of their relationship into something that finally feels solid again. T.K.âs heart is nearly as recovered as his body. There have been painful moments, lots of tears, anger, and some difficult confessions, but already T.K. feels stronger for it. The break up was awful, and part of him still hates himself for his role in it, but it almost feels worth it to be where they are now.Â
âSo catch me up on the gossip,â T.K. says as they drive. âWhatâs the firehouse tea?â
âMm! Yes! God, I missed you,â Nancy says fervently. âOkay. Someone froze Paulâs boxers last week and heâs still so mad about it. He thinks it was Mateo.â
âAnd was it?â
âNope.â She pops the âpâ and smiles wickedly. âIt was me and Marj.â
âNice.â T.K. sinks into the seat, already feeling like heâs settling back into normal. âWhat else?â
âTorbinâs girlfriend left him. Again,â she says. âAnd your dad found the decoy candy stash, but the real one is still safe.â
âThird cabinet from the left behind the spare hoses?â
âYou know it.â
âAre there Sour Patch Kids?â
She takes her eyes off the road for a second to smile at him. âI restocked them for you as a welcome back gift.â
âAw, thanks Nance,â he says, heart warming at her kindness.Â
The entire 126 has stepped in a major way over the last few weeks. The fridge in the loft hasnât been empty of food once, everyone has stopped by to check on him, and the group text thread has been full of encouraging and silly texts. It had hurt to watch them all get back to work once the station opened; heâd been able to attend the ceremony but hadnât been cleared for duty yet. But tonight they will finally be all together again.
When they arrive the house is quiet. Thereâs no flurry of activity in the bays; everything is oddly silent and dark.Â
âWhatâs going on?â T.K. asks as they get out of Nancyâs car, nerves fluttering. Have they been shut down again for some reason? They literally just reopened a couple weeks ago, if theyâve been taken out of service alreadyâŚ.
The lights flick on and thereâs a cacophonous shout of âSURPRISE!â as the whole team pops out from behind the engine and the ambulance. Thereâs a giant banner with âWelcome Back T.K.â on the front of the rig, along with balloons and streamers, and Paul is holding a massive cake.
The grin that splits T.K.âs face is so wide it hurts and he feels tears prick at the corner of his eyes. Itâs Marjan who comes to him first, holding out her arms as she runs over for a hug. âWelcome back,â she says warmly and he squeezes her tightly before letting go to catch the next person in line.
Judd claps a hand onto his shoulder. âGood to have you home brother.â
âThanks,â T.K. says. âAnd please tell Grace thank you again for all the meals. Itâs made our lives so much easier these last couple weeks.â
Even with a newborn in the house, somehow Grace had managed to send over meals to make sure Carlos and T.K. didnât starve during his convalescence.Â
âYeah between you and Paul sheâs been basically running a catering company out of our kitchen,â Judd says. âGotta make sure everybodyâs taken care of. But youâre cut off now,â he announces loudly. âTime for yâall to do your own cookinâ again.â
âBro, I canât believe you didnât even lose any toes or anything,â Mateo says when itâs his turn. His hug is accompanied by a back slap that chokes the breath out of T.K. for a second. âI mean itâs good, but like, that would have been pretty gnarly.â
âYeah, Iâm glad I kept all my appendages,â T.K. says. âI find them pretty essential.â
âStill, would have been a cool story,â Mateo says a little wistfully.
âMateo his story is already plenty cool,â Paul says. âIn fact, itâs so cool, itâs almost frozen solid. And that is why we got you this cake.â
He holds it up for T.K.âs inspection and T.K. bursts into laughter. Itâs got Frozen characters all over it and reads âThe Cold Never Bothered T.K. Anyway.âÂ
âItâs an ice cream cake,â Paul says proudly, like this is the greatest collective idea theyâve ever had.
âI love it,â T.K. says. âItâs perfect.â
âOkay, okay, let the adults have a turn,â Tommy says, breaking through the crowd and pulling T.K. into a warm, soft hug. âWelcome back T.K. Itâs so good to see you well.â
T.K. hugs her back, a little extra tight. Heâs very aware that heâs not the only one who lived through several days of trauma because of that pond. This womanâs hands saved his life, kept his heart beating long enough for help to arrive. Even when the question of whether heâd live had been answered, there was still uncertainty about how functional he would be. That heâs back at work like nothing ever happened is astonishing. Itâs a triumph for both of them.
âCap I donâtââ The words stick in his throat because how do you thank someone for doing what she did?
She pulls back and squeezes his shoulders. âI know baby,â she says softly, eyes looking a little moist. âItâs okay. Youâre here. Thatâs all that matters.â
Tommy looks past him and T.K. turns to find his dad. âCâmere kiddo,â he says warmly and T.K. ducks his head, slightly embarrassed by this display of fatherly affection in front of his team. âLove you,â his dad murmurs, pressing a quick kiss to his hair before patting him sharply on the back. âAll right team! Letâs celebrate the 126 being finally, officially back together!â
T.K. takes a photo with the cake to send to Carlos before they cut into it. Paul makes sure T.K. gets the piece with Elsaâs face on it and they all talk and joke and laugh like no time has passed at all.
When the bells go off he feels a thrill go down his spine, excitement tinged with a little bit of nerves. âYou ready?â Nancy asks as they climb into the rig.
âYou know it,â he says with a grin. âCap?â
Tommy buckles in. âLetâs roll.â
âYeah!!! TNT is back in action!â Nancy honks the horn as they roll out of the garage and peal off toward an elderly slip and fall.
Itâs a relatively easy call, a good, low stress reintroduction to the job. They drop the woman off at the hospital with a possible concussion and sprained ankle and are on their way back to the station when another call comes in for a fire in a single family home.
They meet up with the rest of the crew at the address, where they find a relatively small, but smoky kitchen fire. Theyâre not needed beyond basic first aid and are sent to a call for a choking at a restaurant next.Â
T.K. is practically buzzing with energy by the time they finally get back to the station an hour later. Some of it is probably sugar from the large piece of cake he downed before they started, but heâs also flying high on the joy of saving people. Heâd known he missed the job, but he hadnât realized quite how much until heâd snapped on his gloves and started taking vitals again.Â
He bounces out of the ambulance into the bay, already knowing that heâs not going to sleep at all tonight. Maybe he can persuade Mateo to pull a Mario Kart all nighter with him.
Itâs past ten but the rest of the crew is still up, most of them in the showers still trying to get the stench of the kitchen fire off. T.K. is on his way to grab a second piece of cake when he hears Judd call his name from the doorway to the locker room.
âWhatâs up?â he asks.
âFound something that belongs to you,â Judd says, an odd smirk on his face.
âSomething that belongs to me?â T.K. wrinkles his nose. Heâs barely been back five hours, what could he possibly be missing already?Â
As realization dawns he rolls his eyes. âIs this a welcome back prank? Whatâd you do? Put my keys in jello? Hide a fish in my locker?â
âNope,â Judd says. âYouâd better go check your bunk though. Itâs waitinâ for ya.â
His bunk? What the hell? Giving Judd a final suspicious look he heads for the bunk room. Â
He enters with caution, aware that this is likely a trap. When his eyes adjust to the darkened lighting he finds Judd was right; there is a familiar lump that most definitely belongs to him curled up in the middle of his bed. T.K.âs heart stutters and he crosses the room in only a few strides, sinking down onto the edge of the mattress.
His hand automatically goes to Carlosâ forehead, fear that his boyfriend has somehow become ill or injured in the hours since he left home at the forefront of his mind. âBabe,â he says worriedly, brushing his fingers across Carlosâ face and down his neck.
Carlosâ eyelids flutter and he blinks up soft, brown, confused eyes at T.K. before quickly pushing up to a sitting position. âHey,â he says, a little breathless as he tries to recover from his late night nap.Â
âBaby, are you okay?â T.K. asks, his fingers still worriedly searching for signs of fever or injury.
âYeah, yes, Iâm fine,â Carlos says, clearing his throat and scooting back so thereâs some space between them.Â
Relief extinguishes the spike of adrenaline in T.K.âs veins and he relaxes a little as curiosity takes over. âWhat are you doing here then? Did something happen at home?â
Carlosâ face takes on a slightly evasive look. âNo, everythingâs fine at the loft.âÂ
âThen why are you asleep in my bunk?â
âI didnât mean to fall asleep. I was just waiting for you.â The words are quick, almost defensive.
âWaiting for me?â T.K. frowns. âDid you come all the way over here just to make sure I havenât passed out or something? Seriously Carlos, we talked about this. I promised I would be careful.â
âNo, thatâs notâI wasnâtââ Carlos huffs in frustration and T.K. tries to read the look on his face without success.
âBaby, what is it?â
Carlos looks down at his hands and mumbles something that T.K. doesnât catch. âWhat?â he asks, confusion and concern clouding his happy back-to-work buzz.
Carlos sighs and meets his gaze, embarrassment all over his face. âI said, I missed you.â
T.K. softens at these words. âYou came all the way over here because you missed me?â
âItâs stupid,â Carlos says, his discomfort at this vulnerable admission written into every line of his body.
âNo,â T.K. says, scooching a little closer to him. âNo, baby, no. Itâs not stupid.â
âIt is stupid,â Carlos says. âIâm a grown man. I should be able to spend one night without my boyfriend.â
âItâs okay,â T.K. says with a chuckle. âWeâve spent a lot of time together lately. Itâs cute that you got lonely without me.â
âThis was dumb, Iâm gonna go.â Carlos starts to get up, but T.K. catches his hand.Â
âNo, stay for a little bit.â
Carlos sinks back down reluctantly. âIsnât everyone coming up soon? Itâs late.â
âTheyâre still cleaning up downstairs. And Judd knows weâre up here. Heâll probably make them give us a few minutes.â
He grabs Carlosâ arm and pulls it around his waist, scooting backward toward the center of the small mattress and pushing against Carlosâ body.
âWhat are you doing?â Carlos asks in confusion.
âCome on, snuggle me. You drove all the way over here, might as well get some cuddles to remember me by in our bed tonight.â
âAre you serious?â
âYeah, come on.â T.K. wiggles his butt invitingly until Carlos slides down and spoons him the way he wants. âSee? Better already, right?â
Carlos huffs a laugh against the back of T.K.âs neck. Itâs a tight fit, both of them on this twin size firehouse mattress, but they squirm around and manage to find a position thatâs comfortable enough. Â
T.K. waits, feeling Carlos relax against him as the minutes pass uninterrupted. His own eyes feel a little heavy; it would be so easy to fall asleep like this. Sleeping on the couch at his dadâs for months had been devastatingly lonely. At the time heâd tried to pretend it wasnât; that he was glad there was no room for Carlos when he laid his head down at night.Â
But in the months since, heâs recognized how horribly isolating it was. Heâd taken a lot of extra shifts because it was easier to sleep in beds that Carlos had never touched.Â
These memories stir a thought. âYou havenât been alone at the loft since I came home from the hospital,â T.K. says softly.
He feels Carlos stiffen a little behind him. âYeah, I guess thatâs right.â
âIt must have been hard before, all those nights when I wasnât there,â T.K. says, focusing on every tiny movement and breath happening behind him. In all their many conversations the last few weeks, theyâve mostly talked about what broke them up in the first place and how to keep it from happening again. Carlos has avoided saying much about the actual time they spent apart. T.K. is pushing at a tender spot, one that Carlos has been loathe to talk about in lieu of âmoving onâ instead. But his boyfriend is here seeking comfort for a reason and T.K. canât let him go home without uncovering what it is.Â
When Carlos doesnât speak T.K. pushes a little harder. âI had my dad and Mateo, but you were there all by yourself.â
âWe donât have to talk about this.â
Thereâs tension in Carlosâ voice and T.K. awkwardly rolls over until theyâre facing each other, refusing to back down. âDid you talk to anyone? All those months apart? Have you told anyone how that felt?â
The lines of Carlosâ brow are tight, like heâs struggling to keep his feelings tucked down deep inside of him. âItâs in the past T.K.â
âIf itâs in the past, then why are you here?â he asks, keeping his voice gentle.
Carlos swallows, his eyes closing like heâs in pain. Thereâs a long moment of quiet and T.K. wonders if heâs going to have to let it drop for tonight. But then, âYou were gone. There was no one to tell,â Carlos finally says.
Thatâs what heâd been afraid of. Carlos hadnât told his family, T.K. already knew that. And heâs far too polite a person to air his grievances to any of their friends, especially since most of them are also T.K.âs colleagues. T.K. is his person. The one he feels safe with. When T.K. walked out of that loft he hadnât just left Carlos, heâd taken his entire support system with him.
âIâm here. Tell me now,â he says. âPlease?â
Carlosâ eyes drop to the third or fourth button down on T.K.âs uniform shirt, the words too difficult to say to his face. âThose nights were awful,â he tells the button. âI would lie in bed, hating myself for pushing you away, furious at you for leaving me. I wasâgodâI was so lonely, T.K. I wanted you back so damn much it hurt.
He finally lifts his eyes a little and they look haunted, like mentally heâs reliving those awful, dark hours. âI know this isnât the same. I know youâre just here at work, but sitting there in the quiet tonight, all by myselfâŚâ
âIt felt like Iâd left you all over again,â T.K. finishes for him.
âYeah, kind of.â His mouth twists and he shifts uncomfortably. âI know this isnât the same thing. I kept telling myself Iâd see you in the morning, but I couldnât sleep and I couldnât stop thinking and I justâŚI wanted to see you.â
âYou can always come see me. If you need that reassurance, I will give it to you.â
T.K. takes Carlosâ hand and kisses it before pressing it over his heart, pounding forcefully with grief over mistakes and lost time beneath his ribs. His other hand he secures on Carlosâ hip, his thumb moving back and forth soothingly. âI am here,â he says firmly. âI am coming home to you. Every day. And every night. From now on. Youâre not alone in that loft anymore, Carlos. I might not be there all the time, but I will always want to be. Itâs our home. I donât want it to feel like anything else ever again.â
Carlos gives him a lopsided smile. âMe neither.
âCome here.â
He pulls Carlos into his arms, holding him tightly. The tones go off and Carlos tries to let him go but T.K. tucks him in tighter. âItâs just fire, not us,â he says, feeling slightly guilty that heâs glad his teammates are running back to work because it means no one is going to bother them for awhile.Â
They stay curled up together for so long, that T.K. wonders if Carlos is going to go back to sleep. But finally he pulls back, his body relaxed and loose. âBetter?â T.K. asks.
Carlos nods. âYes. Thank you.â His gaze turns more serious, assessing. âHow are you? Are you feeling all right? Howâs the shift been?â
T.K. chuckles. âIâm not the one who fell asleep in my boyfriendâs work bunk. Yes, Iâm fine. The shift has been amazing. I missed this so much.â
âYou havenât gotten lightheaded or dizzy? Youâre not too tired?â
âNo. Not even a little.â
âGood,â Carlos says, relief smoothing out the last of the lines that crease his brow. âI know Iâm being selfish, wanting to keep you home with me, but I really am glad youâre back. That all of you are back. It was nice to walk in and see the whole crew together again.â
âYeah,â T.K. agrees, a warm bloom in his chest.
âI should get going,â Carlos says. âYou need to get at least a little sleep tonight.â
âCome on. Since my dad is gone we can raid the secret candy stash before you go. Iâll even let you have some of my Sour Patch Kids.â
Carlos wrinkles his nose as T.K. pulls him to his feet. âI donât know how you can stand those things.â
âTheyâre delicious! First theyâre sour, then theyâre sweet!â
âItâs almost midnight. Didnât you have cake earlier too? Please tell me you ate a vegetable at dinner.â
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girlies please pray for me i need to pass tomorrow's exam đŁ
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drawing stuff for valentimes and u all better enjoy it once i finish bc its the sappiest stuff ill ever draw ever
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Sukuna has never said no to you.
It didnât matter what the request was, simple or complicated, easy to fix or a days-long job, Sukuna was always at your side, completing the task as fast as he needed to to keep you satisfied. He would love to deny it, youâre sure, but evidence proves time and time again that he puts your needs and wants at the top of his priority list.Â
And you were curious how far you could go with it.
The two of you are sitting in your underwear at the breakfast nook, warming yourselves in the bay window while the morning sun starts on the leftover night time chill. It wasn't quite time for breakfast, still too early for the both of you. In the meantime, you sip on your morning brews, preserving the comfortable silence. Sukuna is flipping through the day's newspaper, his eyes are groggy with sleep and he hasn't said more than a handful of words to you yet. He wasn't a morning person.
You were starting to change that.
"Kuna," You call to him, nudging him with your foot from your corner of the window bench.
"Hmm?" He doesn't look up from the paper, but his hand reaches down and grabs your foot, pulling it into his lap. His thumbs start to subconsciously knead at your muscles.
"I want these." You hold up your phone, which you had previously been scrolling through in an attempt to find something ridiculous for this exact moment. You were sure you had found it, something even Sukuna would find unnecessary.Â
And yet, he merely glances at your screen, takes in the sight for all of two seconds, and then returns his attention to whatever news article he was in the middle of.
"My wallet's on the counter." He clears the sleep from his throat not sparing a second look.Â
You blink at him in surprise.
"D-Did you even see what it is?" You flip your phone around to make sure you were displaying the correct thing.Â
Sukuna is frowning before he looks up again, curious at your persistence. He gently cups your hand, bringing it only a minuscule amount closer to examine your screen a second time.Â
You were on one of the most luxurious brandâs websites, showing him an incredibly regular pair of panties, no straps, no details, all black- with one of the most outrageous price tags you had ever seen for something so ordinary.Â
Sukuna cocks a brow at you over your phone, "Can't imagine you need more panties when you're constantly stealing my boxers. But whatever, hand it over. I know my card number-"
"Kuna," You interrupt him with a surprised laugh, holding fast to your phone when he tries to pluck it out of your hands, "they're a thousand dollars."
He glances back, his eyes focusing lower on the screen where you know the price tag to be. The newspaper in his hands drops down, momentarily forgotten by what he sees. For a moment, you think you've found his limit.
"Wait, are those red one's assless?" He points just below the price, where the recommended products are depicted. "Get those too."
You drop the phone down so that he meets your eyes, which are wide with shock.
Sukuna always took care of you. Always insisted on being the provider of any single thing that you may need; a warm meal, a soft bed, anything your eyes twinkled at that was available for purchase- even if you would never think of buying or owning it. Granted, you never wanted much in terms of material possessions, so you didn't realize the true extent of Sukuna's leniency until now.
It was slightly intimidating, and part of it felt wrong. Sukuna had money, plenty of it, but that didnât mean he should feel the need to spend copious amounts of it on you just because you could ask him to. He was giving you too much power, it felt like.
You huff through your nose, frowning at him, which only has him tilting his head further to the side in question.
You ignore it, setting your phone onto the window seat and crawling your way closer to him, until you can gather up his face in your hands and lock his gaze into yours.
He glares at you past smushed cheeks, but doesn't make a move to break free of your hold, humoring you. "The hell are you doing-"
"You know you don't always have to say yes to me?"
Now that has him taken aback. His mouth automatically opens for a witty response, but your question seems to have effectively taken the words from his mouth. You can see the cogs in his head turning, and what you wouldn't give to peer inside his mind and hear his thoughts.
It takes him a moment, but eventually that familiar confident smile stretches across his sleepy face. His hands seem to instinctively slide their way up your bare legs until his fingers grip your hip bones, pressing into you.Â
He hums, "When have you ever said no to me?"
You scoff, ready to give him a prime example, but end up coming up short. The two of you loved to tease each other with disobedience, but in the end you were eager to give Sukuna anything his heart desired. You loved to please him, it was one of your favorite things to do, in fact.
"You never ask anything ridiculous of me." You remind him, smiling as one of his warm hands slides back down your waist and dips into the pair of his boxers you were sporting that day.Â
"You know what's ridiculous?â His voice wraps around your throat, and suddenly has you swallowing past the delicious grip. You're folding into him before you even realize it, at the mercy of his calloused hands. "The implication that I wouldn't do just about anything for you."
You can't help but sigh hopelessly, although it comes out as a desperate noise that pleads him for more. You really were all his, just like he loved to tell you.
"Now hand me your phone." It's a whisper, coaxing you. "I wanna see you in red."
You canât say no.Â
At least it was mutual.
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kitten fever
pairing: cat hybrid husband! sannie x fem! reader
genre: hybrid au, smut
summary: after you put your baby to sleep and head to bed yourself, you come to the discovery that your dear husband just hit his rut and desperately wants to put another baby in you.
w.c: 2.6k
warnings: needy pussydrunk maniac! san, service sub! reader, theyâre giving switch energy as well <3, san gets lost in subspace, big cawk sannie, only pet names/praise (baby, mama/mommy (only a few times trust), sweetheart, princess), san likes to be called kitty, san humps readerâs pillow out of desperation, kissing, wet and messy, possessiveness, grinding, nipple play (f/m receiving), lactation kink (muahahahaha), face sitting that turns into a 69, oral (f/m receiving), good ol fashioned unprotected missionary, heavy breeding kink, bulge kink, knotting, creampie, just so, so much cumâŚâŚ
a/n: i did a poll a lil while back to ask what vibe everyone wanted for sannieâs bday fic and soft, sweet love making with husband sannie won by a landslide ~~ but ofc i had to add my lil spin to it and made him a hybrid husband in heat hehe <33 i wrote this all in one go just rn bc iâm a â¨chronic procrastinator⨠so i had less time to perfect it but i hope itâs just as enjoyable as my other fics đĽšđŤśđź that being said, enjoy lovelies~
song rec: same dream, same mind, same night by svt (this is a love making song and you cannot convince me otherwise đââď¸) - sex on fire by kings of leon - terrible love by boston manor (âtell me iâm everything you want~ tell me you need me~ give it everything youâve got, so give it all~â <33)
âHush, little baby, donât you cry, mamaâs gonna sing you a lullaby,â you cooed gently in a sing-song voice to the sweet angel laying still inside her crib, continuing your soft serenade until her eyes closed, surrendering to another night of much needed rest after a long day of adventure and learning, her tiny fingers slowly releasing the grip they had on one of yours, her tiny fluffy tail uncurling from your wrist. When you saw that your babygirl had fallen asleep, you gave her a loving kiss on the forehead, before exiting the bedroom and heading to your own.
It had taken a fair amount of time to get your baby to go to sleep, making you wonder if your husband had fallen asleep himself while he was waiting for you to come back. He mustâve been tired, especially after how worked up he was during the day, zooming around the house to get chores done despite there not being a rush, not even giving you the opportunity to make dinner either when he put his signature âkiss the catâ apron on, and somehow still having the energy to run a few miles on his treadmill afterwards, claiming he still had the zoomies.
As soon as you cracked open the door, you could hear whimpering and soft, breathy panting coming from deeper inside the low lit room, a few candles burning away on your respective nightstands. Poor, sweet Sannie was probably having a nightmare of some sort. You would have to wake him.
âBaby, nnngh, need you, need you so bad, wanna be inside you, need to give you more kitties,â San voiced desperately to no one, hunched over and driving his heavy, leaking cock back and forth across the plush, pre-cum stained pillow that was kept on your side of the bed, his sweaty raven bangs sticking to his forehead, his tufted ears splayed out in opposite directions. He lowered his head further to take in your warm, flowery scent, letting out an instinctive growl and bucking his hips forward until he began to emit little breathy âah, ah, ahâsâ. He slowly dragged his throbbing cock along the feathered pillow, leaving thick, milky cum shots onto the previously pristine material. âCummingggg, filling you up so deep, mama, it wonât stopâŚ.â
Well, it seems like you wouldnât have to wake him. Your husband was already wide awake and seemingly trying to impregnate your pillow. You entered the room and closed the door behind you, causing San to look up at you with big boba eyes, his ears now on high alert, sheepishness overtaking his blushing features and a gentle, understanding one forming on yours. âOh, my sweet Sannie, is this why you were so active today? Are you in a rut?â
San tried to cover up the evidence he left all over your pillow, his long fluffy tail curling shyly around one of his bare legs, his stained briefs riding up a bit near his inner thighs. âI-i didnât wanna tell you because itâs hard for me to control myself when Iâm like thisâŚI can only think of one thingâŚâ
You took a few steps forward until you were standing at the foot of the bed, hovering over San, your hands already making their way to his overheated face to caress it. âAnd what is that, kitty?â
San just about melted into your touch, his hot breath fanning over your skin when he sighed, gazing up at you past his fluttering lashes. âBreeding my beautiful wifeâŚâ he whispered softly, turning his head to press a lingering kiss into the palm of your hand. âI want to make love to youâŚ.feel and taste every single inch of youâŚremind you why youâre mineâŚâ He whimpered, closing his eyes for a second, before they returned to you, his eyebrows upturned with desperation, his glistening lips parted ever so slightly. âIâm burning up just thinking about itâŚâ
You leaned down to press a gentle kiss onto his forehead, then his cheek, leaving one on his trembling lips afterwards. âThen, what are you waiting for, Sannie? Letâs play.â
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âBaby, your pretty kitty, mmmnn, feels so good,â San panted, breaking the heated, messy kiss you were sharing to moan from the way you were eagerly grinding yourself on his lap, his hardened cock pressing up directly into your slippery, hot cunt, a bit of drool escaping his lips, only for you to lap it up from his chin, before your tongue repeatedly swirled around his. âWanna knot youâŚâ
âNot yet, SannieâŚ.wanna have more fun with you firstâŚâ When San began to whimper and squirm around, you reached past his head to grab onto the headboard with both hands, pressing your forehead to his to keep him locked in on you. âYou wanna feel me all over, yeah?â You moved your hips in a more precise motion, the pronounced edge of his cockhead catching onto your clit each time your cunt dragged up and down his length, making the both of you let out a collective moan. You lifted up your body a bit so that your heavy tits were bouncing ever so slightly in his face, watching as your husband fell into a trance. âWanna taste me too, donât you, baby?â
âYes, mama, wanâ it all,â San nodded drunkenly, repeatedly licking at his lips and fangs, bringing his hands up to your tits to feel the weight of them, squeezing into them slightly, his tail quickly slamming against the side of the bed as though he were a dog. He knew they were filled with milk, and it drove him absolutely nuts.
How adorable. Your kitten was too predictable. You pressed your tits together, holding them near his pretty blushing face. âDoes kitty need milk?â
âYes, please!â San opened his mouth up just in time for you to press your chest into his face, his lips closing around one of your nipples, licking and sucking at it until he began to taste the sweet essence of your milk. Deep purrs reverberated from his chest and throat, clearly content, letting go of one tit to focus on the other, pinching your nipple to watch as your milk spurted out of it and landed on his small pink tongue.
âNnngh, thatâs good, babyâŚâ Humming, you ran your fingers through your husbandâs soft hair as he gently coaxed more of the milkiness out of your tits one by one, eventually reaching down to rub your thumbs over his nipples, rolling them in circles until he began to let out muffled moans and whimpers. âSannieâs so sensitive, hm? Even more sensitive now that heâs in a rutâŚso desperate for Mommyâs kitty.â
San gulped your sweetness down, a few drops dribbling down his chest, before he gasped at the sensation of you pinching his sensitive buds. âY-yes, Sannie wants to be inside mama so badâŚ.â He nibbled on one of your puffy nipples, dragging his rough tongue over it just to hear you whine, looking up at you to take in your suddenly submissive gaze. âMy pretty girlâs sensitive too, I take it.â
âAlways, because of that tongue of yoursâŚâ you murmured, digging your nails into the headboard when he forcefully pushed your tits together and ran his tongue back and forth over your nipples, biting them with his fangs for good measure.
âS-sannieâŚ!â
When San felt a fresh wave of slick leak out onto his lap, his eyes started to narrow into slits, his instinctive urge to dominate you beginning to slip past the surface of his hazy mind. âSo wet for me, arenât you, sweetheart? Itâs all going to waste tooâŚ.Such a shameâŚâ
âWanna lick it up, kitty?â you asked sweetly, bringing your lips down to his, tasting the sweetness of your milk on his moving tongue.
âMm. Sit on my face, princess,â he commanded in a slightly deeper tone, waiting for you to climb off of him so that he could lower himself down onto the bed. Just as you faced away from him and lifted your leg up to go over him, San grabbed you by your soft hips and pulled you down onto his face, immediately getting to work.
San dipped his tongue between your slick lips and dragged it up, painfully slow at first, so that he could savor your warm taste, licking a long stripe toward and then over your clit. He repeated this action until all that could be heard in the room was his wet tongue coming in contact with your soaking cunt, along with the groans he was letting out with each lick. Opening his eyes to admire your pretty plush pussy, he pressed a kiss onto your bud, before sucking on it with varying degrees of intensity, reveling in the way his pretty wife moaned desperately for more. âThatâs it, huh, babygirl? Your pussyâs getting so messy, you must be getting close alreadyâŚ.â
âF-fuck, yes, Iâm closeâŚdonât stop, Sannie,â you sighed out, suddenly distracted by the sight of your husbandâs throbbing cock standing at full attention between his thighs. Licking at your lips, you carefully lowered yourself down until you could slurp and suck the pre-cum that pooled out of his reddened cockhead with ease, opening your mouth wide enough to take most of his cock down your throat inch by inch.
âOh my god, baby, I wonât last if you do thatâŚ.â San tossed his head back for a second, temporarily losing himself to the pleasure of having his cock buried inside the hot, wet heaven of your mouth and throat, moaning hoarsely all the while. Feeling more of your slick drip onto his heated skin, he remembered about his current mission. Once his tongue returned to your dripping slit, you started to rock your hips in time with Sanâs lips, your clit even bumping against your husbandâs nose, your thighs beginning to tremble.
You took Sanâs cock down your throat as deep as it would go, using your spilling saliva to jerk off the rest of his length that you couldnât reach with your mouth, hearing him begin to emit muffled whimpers and curses against your pulsing cunt, feeling his thighs tighten up underneath your touch.
You continued to move in sync, your hips now desperately rocking against Sanâs splayed out tongue, your moans playing a hypnotic rhythm. You always seemed to fall into this matching pattern of giving and receiving, losing yourselves in each otherâs love and pleasure. Just as you began to squirm around, Sanâs hands slipped from your thighs where they were previously squeezing to your waist, wrapping them tightly around your middle to keep you still as your release poured out onto his tongue.
âSannieeee, so good, so good, gonna cum,â you whined out once you pulled yourself off of his cock, your lips connected to the sticky tip with a few strands of milky saliva.
âMe too, baby, me too. Fuck, take it for me, okay? Be good and take it all,â San moaned against your convulsing cunt, lapping up the rest of your arousal, just as he began to shudder, forcefully tossing his head back into his pillow.
You caught the seemingly endless stream of cum on your tongue, some of it shooting into the back of your throat. You swallowed it all without hesitation, before climbing off of him and leaning down to press your lips onto his.
He eagerly kissed you back, gently lowering you down onto the mattress so that he could climb on top of you, the both of you desperately exchanging your warm arousal with one another, only breaking the dizzying kiss when neither of you could take a proper breath. âI love you, Y/NâŚâ he whispered near your cheek.
âI love you too, SanâŚâ
Gazing deeply into your half-lidded eyes, San gently lowered his body weight onto you, not having to ask to know what you both needed when he positioned himself near your entrance and slipped right in, the both of you moaning in unison.
âReady for my litter, baby? Iâm gonna fill you up over and over, okay? I wonât stop until you tell me toâŚâ Saliva pooled in Sanâs mouth as a low, deep purr rumbled inside his chest. Part human or not, your husbandâs cat-like traits still made themselves present when he was sheathed inside you like this, especially now that he was in a rut.
âYes, give it all to me, Sannie, I want your kitties,â you begged breathlessly, hardly able to think now that you were getting stretched out by your husbandâs thick length, your legs hooking around his small waist once he began to recklessly drill himself into you.
âIâll give it all to you, baby, have it all, have all of me.â Huffing and puffing, San pounded his cock into you, slipping out a few times due to how incredibly wet you were, taking the time to slap his cock down onto your abdomen, just to show the both of you how his length just about reached your ribs, watching you swallow hard, your hazy, tear filled eyes sparkling with anticipation.
âI can take it, Sannie. I can, I promise,â you reminded him gently, just as he slipped back inside you, pounding your pussy as if he had never stopped.
âYes, you can, youâre gonna take it all, because youâre mine, mine, mine,â San groaned out near your ear like a mantra, his heavy body flush against yours, your legs hanging off of his broad shoulders, slamming his cock into you like you were just a toy, your cunt taking it like you were made specifically for him, his tail wrapped tightly around one of your ankles, almost acting as an anchor to keep the both of you from slipping out of reality.
âYours, yours, yoursâŚâ you chanted back, your nails starting to dig and rake down his back, starting to fade away once your high rapidly took over. âSannieeee, give me your knot, pleaseâŚâ
Almost as if on command, Sanâs knot began to form inside your cunt, stretching you out to the max. He pulled back slightly so that he could press his hands into your abdomen, feeling just how thick and heavy his cock was inside of you. âThatâs my good girlâŚLook at youâŚ.my pretty little wife, taking all of my knot like this. Itâs gonna break and your wombâs gonna be flooded with my cum, you knowâŚYou wanna get knocked up again for me, baby?â
âMm-hmm!â
He nosed at your neck, taking in your pretty scent, whispering, âHelp me breed you, baby.â
âBreed me, kittyâŚ.Make me yours foreverâŚâ You clutched your hands into his waist and pulled his hips taut to yours, your cunt clenching around his cock just as San melted into you, whispering countless promises of love, mixed with involuntary curses into your ear, the dam finally breaking.
A short, broken cry tore out of your throat as you squirted onto Sanâs twitching cock, endless waves of hot cum pouring out past your cervix and filling your womb up with his potent seed, rendering you vulnerable to the very real possibility of impregnation by your dear hybrid husband. You wouldnât have it any other way.
Purring, San pulled you into his arms and began to lick at the tears that had stained your flushed cheeks, grooming you in his own special way. He nuzzled into you, his tail coiling protectively around one of your wrists, his lips ghosting along your jaw, one of his twitching ears tickling your own. âWeâll have to paint our baby girlâs room half blue if we end up having a boy.â
You giggled, nuzzling into your husbandâs loving touch. âBold of you to assume we wonât have another girl.â
San smiled at you, his brown eyes sparkling with love and adoration for you. âThatâs fine. Iâm a girl dad, after all.â
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what if rafe found kook!sweetheart!readerâs girl blog? omg and he seeâs some nsfw reblogsâŚ
warnings: use of the nickname âdaddyâ (just once), reader is just a đ girl đ, 18+ links
a/n: i think i would die if this really happened omg
âi still think i should join you in the shower..â you looked up at rafeâs reflection from your vanity, a teasing smile playing on his lips. âwe both know how thatâll end.â you laughed, adjusting your robe before twisting the door knob of your bathroom. âiâll be right out.â rafe watched as you closed the door behind you, collapsing onto your bed with a sigh. he wanted nothing more than to get you underneath your sheets and, hopefully, have his head between your thighs.
just as he felt himself growing hard at the thought of you gasping his name, he heard your phone ding!
thinking nothing of it, he glanced at the device on your nightstand, a few more notifications coming in. his eyebrows knitted in confusion. you always had your phone silenced at this time of night. fingertips itching to check what was making your phone go off, he muttered a quick âfuck it.â before grabbing the dammed thing. âtumblr?â he narrowed his eyes at the unfamiliar app icon.
[11:41 PM] lanasweetheart liked your post: âsomething about a manly man getting the bestest sleep in a pink hyperfeminine bed (heâs so babygirl đ)â
rafe clicked the notif, a âwhat the fuck?â falling from his lips when a picture of him sleeping next to you lit up the screen. tapping on the profile icon, rafe was in for a surprise when all your posts were now at the tips of his fingers. âthree thousand notes?â he was in disbelief that a photo of the back of his head peeking out of your pink comforter had gotten so much traction. âgirls really go crazy over that shit?â he laughed, full on scrolling now.
rafe thought it was cute that all your posts consisted of photo dumps of your nights out with your girlfriends, cute selfies with freshly done makeup, nail pics, some rant posts here and there about drama he already had the full scoop on, but then he came across a tag that said âŕ¨ŕ§ thinking thoughtsâ that completely flipped his brain inside out.
bf looked so dilfy today, should i ask him for babies?
âyou totally should.â he whispered to himself, tongue running across his bottom lip as he kept reading. the next post was a reblog.
gorgeous gorgeous girls pout and whine and whimper instead of using words
âyeah, you do.â rafe could feel heat starting to settle in the pit of his stomach. you were always so sweet and graceful, your boyfriend couldnât help but feel a smidge of jealousy that an app got to see this side of you before he did.
i just want him to break me sometimes. slap me, choke me, degrade me.. rough me up a little bit thatâs all :(
âholy shit.â he cleared his throat, his cock now straining against the denim material of his jeans. he wouldâve happily done all of that for you if you asked, but then again maybe that was the problem. you shouldnât have to. apart of rafe felt bad for invading your privacy like this, but man was he glad that he did.
love when daddy picks out my lingerie for the night <3
rafeâs jaw was on the ground. âdaddyâ???? oh, you were so going to get it. âwhat are you doing?â rafe jumped at the sound of your voice, having not heard the water to the shower stop. you were in nothing but a robe, the scent of your strawberry shampoo filling up his senses. âwhat am i doing?â he repeated your question, getting up as he placed your phone back on your nightstand.
âyeah.. did i get a text message or something?â your heart started pounding in your ears as you watched rafeâs eyes grow dark. âno. no text message. âwas just looking through your filthy tumblr account.â you blinked, chest rising and falling as your blood ran cold. âoh?â you backed away with each step rafe took until you were finally blocked by your wall. âmhmm, turns out my sweet little girlfriend wants to be treated like a whore in bed.â
you swallowed thickly, a gasp leaving your lips when rafeâs hand wrapped around your throat. âwanna be roughed up?â he laughed, dragging you over to your bed before ripping the robe off of your body. âiâll fuckinâ rough you up.â
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Keeping It Quiet | E.M.
Eddie comes to visit you when everyone is sleeping... or so you thought â eddie x fem!hopper!reader fluff
warnings: suggestive content, making out, fear of getting caught, jokes about guns/getting shot
words: 1.7k
a/n: idgaf about timeline or continuity with the show when I do this series of oneshots, it's just kind of an alternate version of the show where Hopper is still here around the events of season 4 ig (also I LOVE this gif of joseph omg)
It was late at night, but you werenât sleeping. You were taking advantage of the quiet house and catching up on some reading that finally wasnât for school. You laid with the book at the foot of your bed, and your feet dangling over your pile of stuffed animals right by your pillows.Â
It was so comfortable, you forgot about the world around you.Â
And you were only brought back by the terrifying sound of someone knocking on your window. It scared you right out of your haze, at least until you looked outside and realised who it was.Â
Eddie was standing right outside your bedroom wall with a stupid grin on his face, and he was pointing to the windowsill, wordlessly asking you to let him in.Â
After rolling your eyes and marking your spot in the book, you got up and opened the window for your boyfriend.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â You asked, leaning over the separation to peck his lips quickly.Â
âNot quite the warm welcome I was expecting.â He grunted, using the log you had placed under your window to climb in your room. âYouâre not happy to see me?â
âYou scared the hell out of me âcause you didnât tell me you were coming over.â
âI didnât know I was coming over until I was already in my van. I havenât seen you in forever, plus I had something I wanted to show you.â
The last part was intriguing, but you still wanted to correct his dramatics. Youâve learned that if you didnât act as the voice of reason sometimes, he would start believing his own exaggerations.
âItâs been two days since you last saw me.â And it didnât take long for you to give in to whatever he was hiding. âBut what is it that I have to see?âÂ
He let out an exaggerated sigh as he flopped down on the end of your bed. He looked up at you with fake sadness. âI should have known you would only like me for material things, Madonna.âÂ
âSo what if I was a material girl? Youâd still love me anyways.âÂ
He started speaking like he was in the school play, which he would never do. âItâs just sadââ
You jumped towards him to cover his mouth with your hand. As much as you loved his antics and would encourage it at any other time, it was all quiet in your house and you were petrified of waking your family.Â
âAre you crazy?â You asked him in a hushed scold.Â
He just nodded happily since he couldnât speak with your hand still over his mouth.Â
âIf my dad hears you, heâll burst into the room with a gun in his hand. You might be able to charm the pants off of me effortlessly, but I think youâd get shot if you tried to test your charisma on the chief of police.âÂ
You cautiously took your hand away from Eddieâs face while he looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.Â
âStop looking at me like that and show me what you wanted me to see in the first place.â You told him, sternly but lovingly.Â
âWow, you really are the chiefâs daughter.â He joked as he stood up and took off his leather jacket.Â
You figured he was just making himself comfortable, but when he started taking off the t-shirt he was wearing underneath the coat, you wondered what was really going on.Â
Then you saw it.Â
On his right side, where his rib cage ends, there was a new tattoo. A flaming sword that you knew was based on his currentâand favouriteâDungeons and Dragons campaign of his.Â
He pointed to the pommel of the weapon, which was a heart shaped gemstone.Â
âDid you see the end? It doesnât have anything to do with the game, but I designed it while thinking of you.â He smiled at you, and you smiled back. âDo you like it?â
âI love it, Eds.â You answered sincerely. âWhen did you get it done?â
âFriday. Right after your dad picked you up from the mall.â
âDid it hurt?â
He shook his head as he gently pushed you back against your pillows, then positioned himself on top of you.
âNot as much as it hurts to be away from you.â
You had to stifle your own laugh at his corniness. As stupid as it was, you did feel kind of flattered by him at that moment. And thatâs exactly why you let him kiss you, despite you being just a few decibels away from your sleeping father waking up and grounding you permanently for sneaking a boy in.Â
But you pushed all your worries aside and let him press his luscious lips against yours. God, how you couldnât get enough of that sensation.Â
You loved how he kissed you just because he likes to kiss you, how he used flavoured chapstick so he could heal his chapped lips, and how he always tasted faintly of cigarettes and the lemon candies you got him hooked on.Â
You loved all that almost as much as what came next.Â
When he moved his lips from your mouth to your jaw, and then your neck. He nipped the skin just lightly and then continued to work his magic. You had both noted another time just like this that your bodies must be made for each other, and this exact moment was perfect proof for that claim.Â
âOh, god, Eddie. Youâre so good at this.â You praised, trying to keep your voice down.Â
He mumbled an âmhm?â against your throat. He was such a sucker for your affirmations.Â
âYeah. Just be careful not to leave a bruise.â
Eddie lifted his head up, causing your face to morph into a frown from the expression of pleasure just a second ago.Â
âYou donât want little reminders of my love?â He asked, lips exaggeratedly pouted.Â
âNot when my family can see them, loverboy.â
He seemed satisfied with that response, returning his attention to you and practically attacking your neck with his kisses. The way his mouth was worshipping your neck damn near put you in a trance. It was so good that you didnât even notice the soft knock at your door, nor the opening that followed it.Â
When your younger sister called out your name softly, thatâs when you realised the importance of not letting your guard down. You tried to push Eddie off of you as he hadnât seen Eleven there yet, but he got up quickly once he did notice.Â
You urged him to sit down and stay silent while you pulled El away from your bedroom and into the bathroom, all while your sister stared at you with a wide-eyed expression.Â
Eleven was the first one to speak between you two. âWho was that in your room?â
âThat was my friend.â You said, partially honest. He was your friend, he was just also more. âHis name is Eddie.â
âWhat were you and Eddie doing?â
You racked your brain, trying to think of something believable to say that would get your sister off your back. You really should have prepared a lie before this, because it was proving to be more difficult than you would have thought; of course, you never really thought about your sister catching you making out with your shirtless boyfriend.
âWe were playing.â You answered as confidently as possible.Â
âPlaying?âÂ
You nodded. âYeah, you know when you and I play-fight, like wrestling? When Dad sometimes thinks weâre hurting each other but weâre really just having fun?â
âSo you and Eddie were just having fun?â
âMhm.â You ran a hand through her hair, feeling somewhat guilty about your lie. âWhy? Were you worried about me?â
She didnât seem fazed at all by your fingers combing through her hair, but her cheeks flooded with pink when you asked if she knocked on your door out of concern for you.Â
âI heard you were awake and I wanted to know what you were doing.â Eleven told you.Â
It really was nothing embarrassing, sheâs just a shy girl. And now you felt less guilty about lying since you know she was just curious rather than upset.Â
âWell, I was just playing with my friend. But, donât tell Dad about Eddie, okay?â
âWhy not?â
Another question you didnât quite have an answer for. Luckily, you were quick enough on your toes that your little sister wouldnât notice the nonsense spilling from your mouth.Â
âYou know Dad can be a fun sponge sometimes. Like when he spends an hour questioning your friends before you can hang out, or when he wonât let us turn the couch into a pillow fort. If he hears about Eddie, he wonât let us have fun together anymore, and I would be really sad if I couldnât see my friend.â
She seemed to be eating your excuse up, knowing exactly what you meant.
âOkay. I wonât tell him.â She agreed. âI donât want you to be sad.â
âAnd I donât want you to be tired, little lady. So, now that you know what you wanted to learn, how about you go back to sleep, okay?â
âOkay, goodnight.â
She opened the slightly creaky bathroom door and headed back to her bedroom, hopefully to fall back asleep soon.Â
âGoodnight, El. Sleep tight.â You called in a volume just above the whisper you were using just seconds before.
You stood in the bathroom alone after you heard your sisterâs bedroom door close. For a minute, you just listened to everything around your house. The quiet wind blowing outside, the sounds of Eddie flipping through your books as he waited for you to come back, and best of all, not a peep from your fatherâs room.Â
It was safe to return to Eddie in your bedroom and resume the fooling around from before.Â
Once you silently pushed open your door, closed it again, and sat down next to your boyfriend on the corner of your bed, he pulled you onto his lap.Â
âSo, weâre in the clear now?â Eddie asked you.Â
âYeah, but that doesnât mean we can be any less careful than usual. That just proves my family can hear us, so letâs not be stupid.â
A flirty grin spread across Eddieâs face as he trailed his fingers under your shirt and up your sides. âBaby, I canât promise anything. Stupid is my middle name.â
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Angel || LN4
Summary: Kingsday gets a little wild, in honour of Landoâs nose.
Warnings: alcohol, injuries, blood
WC: 1.7k
Lando wasnât drunk, but he was by no means sober either. Everyone had warned him the Kingsday event was a marathon not a sprint so he was taking it slow, sipping his rum and coke out of the orange paper cup while the river boat cruised its course.
By midafternoon it was another story completely.
Martin had taken a break and let a playlist continue the party without him on the deck while he went in search of Lando. The British driver had reached the point of being tipsy and fallen into a state of drunkenness where he could no longer block out his intrusive thoughts. Everywhere he looked couples were dancing or making out and he couldnât help the despair of loneliness that separated him from the fun.
Leaning back on the cushions that covered the bow, Lando looked up to the bright blue sky and wondered why he couldnât find someone that loved him with the same passion he had. He was always the one to fall harder and knew it was why things didnât work out long-term.
The half empty cup was stolen from his hand and Lando lolled his head to see Martin drinking it dry. âNo more for you, my friend. Smile! Itâs Kingsday: the sun is out and the music is loud.â
âSorry,â Lando sighed, not quite able to muster up a real smile.
âWhatâs wrong?â Martin dropped onto a cushion beside him and nudged his shoulder until Lando spilled the thoughts he was harbouring.
â
âThese heels are killing me,â you complained as they wobbled on the cobblestone. âCan we stop for a minute?â
There were groans from some of the guys in the group but their girlfriends silenced them. You smiled gratefully at your friends but knew they were in just as much pain after hours of drinking in the city for Kingsday. The thought of walking any further to the house party someone had invited everyone to nearly had you calling for a taxi, despite the chances of getting one next to nothing.
âLennon said there will be tons of single guys at the party. In that dress you will totally pull a 10,â Sarah said as she leaned back against the bridge rail and rolled each ankle to ease the ache.
You laughed at the statement and mirrored her position, careful not to drop the glass you had accidentally stolen from the last bar. âGetting laid isnât the problem, itâs getting the guy to stick around afterwards.â
âRelationships are overrated,â she said, blowing a kiss to Lennon when he looked her way and raised a brow. âNot ours, baby.â
You sighed longingly as they shared a smile. âI want what you guys have.â
âWell then you better hurry up because the love of your life might just be waiting for you. Wouldnât want to miss that, would you?â
You rolled your eyes but decided that you would continue the walk barefoot and put your heels back on when you got to the house. Leaning against the rail, you balanced on one foot and reached for your heel just as a drunkard went flying past on his e-bike.
âAh, shit!â you screamed as you lost your balance, toppling back over the rail and straight towards the murky water below.
â
Martin yawned as he listened to Landoâs long winded explanation for why he was alone and all his friends were in relationships.
âOh, Iâm sorry, I didnât realise I was putting you to sleep,â he sassed.
âWell if you want some advice, from someone in a relationship, youâre not helping yourself moping around. For starters, you need to get up,â Martin encouraged as he rose to his feet and offered his friend a hand before the sunlight disappeared, the boat passing under one of the many bridges. âLove isnât going to just fall into your lap-â
A scream pierced the air before a flurry of orange material crashed onto Lando, both their eyes squinting to readjust to the bright sunlight out of the tunnel.
Your heart hammered in your chest as you realised you were still alive and you looked around to see what had broken your fall. âHoly shit, I am so sorry!â
A stunned man sat beneath you and you reached for his face as you noticed the blood running down his nose. âOh my god, did I do that? Are you alright? Shit, you probably donât speak English.â
âHe speaks English. Itâs getting him to shut up thatâs the problem,â a man standing above you said with a laugh. âLando, mate, snap out of it.â
You started to climb off his lap but his arms tightened around you and he shook his head with a wince. âDonât move, you might have broken something.â
âFuck, Iâm so sorry,â you apologised again.
âNot me, you muppet,â he laughed. âYou might have broken something.â
You patted yourself down, straightening your dress back into place at the same time, but everything felt fine. You tested your wrists and ankles too, only to notice you had indeed broken things.
âWhatâs the damage?â Lando asked.
âEgo mostly,â you admitted sheepishly. âI think I broke my heel on your face.â
âPretty sure that was your glass,â he said looking at what remained in your hand, the sting of the cut on your palm finally appearing when you noticed the blood on the broken glass. âHow bad is it? Am I hideous?â
âYou are still a 10,â you giggled after noticing he was devastatingly handsome, even with the cut across his nose. Grabbing the hem of your dress, you gently dabbed the blood away before realising that it was a stupid idea. âYou donât have any diseases, do you?â
âRabies,â his friend joked.
âSpeak for yourself, mate,â Lando shot back and while they bickered jokingly you heard your name called from the river bank. âIs that your boyfriend?â
âAre you alive?â Lennon shouted as he ran along with the boat.
âNope, Iâve died and gone to heaven!â
âIâll let Sarah know!â He grew smaller as he stopped running and the boat continued downstream to some unknown destination.
âThatâs my best friendâs boyfriend,â you explained as you patted your bra but found your phone missing. âCan I borrow your phone? I think mine drowned.â
Lando carefully shifted you so he could get to his pocket before settling you back on his lap. The grateful smile you gave him almost made him drop the device and he had to enter his passcode in twice before he got it right.
âWhere is this boat heading to?â you asked as the dial tone connected. âHey, itâs me, calm down, Iâm alive.â
âGood, Iâll kill you myself! You gave me a fucking heart attack, woman!â You had to hold the phone away from your ear as she shouted her concern.
âI didnât do it on purpose, but Iâm sorry for giving you a heart attack.â
âAs you should be! Len said you landed on some guy. Is he hot?â
Your face heated and you knew he had heard the question with the curious look on his face. âMhmm, very.â
âYou should invite him to the party and do a little sexy dance for him!â
âI donât think thatâs a good idea. I kind ofâŚbroke his face.â
The silence was damning before you swore you heard her laugh from all the way upstream. âOnly you could have the worst luck with men.â
âTrust me, I know all too well. Anyway, they are stopping at the Rose Bridge so Iâll just meet you guys there. Guess my luck isnât all that bad.â
You ended the call and handed the phone back.
âWhat party are you going to?â Lando asked as he pocketed it again.
âI donât know, itâs some house party. Thereâs a local DJ playing.â
Landoâs smile grew and he pointed to his friend. âLocal DJ, ha!â
As it turned out the house party wasnât actually a party at someoneâs house and the DJ wasnât just locally renowned. Once you were finally introduced to Landoâs friend you found out he was the DJ, Martin Garrix, and Lando was even more famous.
âI canât afford a lawsuit,â you groaned when you realised you had practically assaulted a celebrity.
âItâs just a scratch,â Lando assured you after Martin found a first aid kick. His poor attempt at wrapping a bandage made Lando look like a mummy so you took the box yourself and found a couple of small butterfly stitches. âNothing a kiss wouldnât fix.â
You giggled at his flirty nature you had come to adore in the last hour and if you hadnât drunk so much liquid courage at the bar you probably wouldn't have been able to lean closer and kiss his cheek. His skin was warm and soft beneath your lips and when you opened your eyes you found his blue eyes staring intently back. âBetter?â
He shook his head. âNope, I think it needs another try.â
âHmmm, good idea.â You kissed his other cheek and grinned when he pouted. âNo? One last try.â
Your fingers delighted in the feel of his soft hair as you combed the curls and dipped your head to his. Your heart rate spiked and you closed your eyes as you kissed his pillow-soft lips teasingly slowly before his hands cupped your face and he deepened the kiss.
You broke away with a small gasp and your eyes were wide with the want for more. It was a look reflected on Landoâs face as he gently stroked your heated cheeks.
âHey, lovebirds! Weâre here,â Martin called as the boat reached the canal edge.
You kicked off your broken heels and Lando frowned before he gave you his, looping his fingers into the straps of your shoes to carry them. You were already wearing his shirt since your dress had his blood on it and you were certain you looked at absolute mess.
âReady to party, Angel?â
âAngel?â
âWhat else would I call a beautiful woman who fell from the heavens?â Lando wondered if he was making a mistake and moving to fast like he always did but it was too late, the question was already out there.
âYou could call me your girlfriend.â You cringed in an instant. âI mean not tonight, that would be way too quick but-â
Lando cut you off with a kiss and you felt his smile against your lips before he asked, âHow about tomorrow?â
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âpleeeease, shoko? as my best friendââ
âhold on,â shoko sputters, choking on her drink. âwho said i was your best friend?â
âdo you think iâd pay for lunch if you werenât?â
the woman sets down her chopsticks, sending him an unimpressed look. âthatâs what this is for? to bribe me into being your best friend so i can tell my actual best friend to go out with you?â
satoru leans forward in his seat, grinning from ear to ear. âiâm not asking you to tell anyone anything. iâm just saying, plant a few seeds here and there. maybe mention how devastated i was to get friend-zoned and that iâm way too hot to be strictly friendship material.â
âthatâs way too unbelievable, coming from me. maybe you should ask nanamiâŚâ
âno, it has to be you. you think anyone would believe nanamin if he said i was a total smokeshow?â he asks, shaking his head.
âwell, no one would believe him because itâs not true.â
âyouâre being mean,â satoru pouts. âyouâre supposed to be my best friendââ
âfriendship isnât how youâll get me to do your bidding,â shoko interrupts. âi like whiskey.â
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âthis is really good,â you hum in approval as you take another sip. itâs smooth, sweet, and strong. much better than any whiskey you and shoko have shared before. âhow on earth did you afford this?â
âa friend bought a few bottles for me,â she waves off, settling herself into the opposite end of her couch. âsoâŚhow was your date on saturday? with that guy from the kyoto school?â
âit was okay. but i donât think iâll see him again,â you tell her honestly. âhe just wasnâtâŚâÂ
âwasnât gojo?âÂ
âwhat?â you ask. the idea that you didnât enjoy your last date because he wasnât gojo was downright ridiculous, but the quickened beat of your heart is trying to tell you otherwise. âwhy would youâ you think i like gojo?âÂ
satoru gojo, whose second job seemed to be roping you into his nonsense back in your school days (and taking the fall when yaga eventually caught you). who showed off during missions and always yelled for you to watch (he has a small scar on his cheek from a failed infinity barrier projection). who now routinely showed up to your apartment uninvited to watch a film with you (and always left with a few rolls of your toilet paper).
âyou donât have to like him,â your best friend says, pulling you out of your thoughts. âyou just have to sit on him.â
âieiri!â you shout, horrified. âweâre friends. friends donât sleep with friends.â
âwhat? i slept with him once - in a moment of complete weakness - and weâre still friends.â
âbut now you no longer sleep with men,â you point out.Â
she seems taken aback by that for a moment, but eventually shrugs it off. âtrue, but itâs different for you guys.â
âhow?â
shoko fills the bottom of her glass with a heavy pour. âbecause heâs actually in love with you. he may be stupid and annoying, but maybe he does the things he does around you because he likes making you laugh, even if itâs at him.â
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satoru stumbles backwards into the wall, using his grip on your waist to pull you flush against him. youâd barged into his apartment, ignoring his questions and immediately pulling him in for a kiss.
âi thoughtââ he tries to get out between kisses. ââyou didnât want to ruin our friendship.â
you draw back to look at him, smiling. âi have other friends.â
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fucking rcd!miguel in the back of his car after he won a race
âOhâfuck..â
Miguel grunted as he continued pounding into you deeply from behind. His eyes staring down at your ass, the small-spaced car covering the sounds of squelching and skin-slapping. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head with each thrust, your fingers digging into the center console where you were forced to lay on as your best friend fucks you roughly in the back of his car.
This is how the night usually ended after Miguel won a car race. It all started during a sleepover at your house when you suggested the idea, giving him motivation to actually put more effort in the competitions. So after these races, the car would be parked by a cliff nearby the city while the two of you fuck round after roundânot stopping even when you were on the verge of passing out.
âYou like that, nena? Tell me.â His lips curving into a smirk, both of his hands gripping on your hips tightly. You squirmed, feeling his hard cock still thrusting into your tight, spongy walls.
âY-Yes..I love it so much, Miggy!â you moaned breathlessly, the cute noises you were letting out were only bringing Miguel more pleasure.
âFuck, I love when you call me that..â
You responded with a sweet smile before feeling him suddenly hit that sweet spot of yours, your face contorting with pleasure once again. âPlease, Miggy! I want you to cum inside me!â you beg without hesitation, your knuckles turning white as your hands move to grip the center console instead. âFuckfuckfuck!â
Your chants only encourages Miguel to set a relentless pace, driving his cock into you so roughly to the point the tip kisses your cervix. Pornographic moans leaving your sweet lips as Miguel reaches over to grab a handful of your hair to pull you back, forcing your back to arch even more, enough for your breasts to press down on the leather material of the console, never losing his pace, greedily driving himself deeper and deeper.
âYou drive me crazy..never wanna leave this sweet pussy..â Miguel darkly chuckles, just as you were about to give out, feeling yourself wanting to stop, you felt yourself reach a climax that had you seeing white spots in your vision, moving your back closer to your best friendâs chest. Your face completely stained with tears and drool while shuddering as your legs shakeâ Miguel felt you continue to clench around his cock.
âOh Miguel!â you mewled, Miguel watches a white ring of your sweetness cover his cock and it leaves the man almost falling apart on top of you. He groaned into your neck with a final thrust as he sank deep inside you, his cum filling you up as you moaned at the hot sensation.
As your best friend continues emptying himself inside your cunt, both of your chests heaving heavily with a thin layer of sweat on your bodies. You were completely fucked out, not one thought in your pretty little head while you stayed still.
Suddenly Miguelâs phone began going off, as if it knew when to start ringing. He seemed to forget to shut it off before he impatiently jumped your bones. He gave your butt a harsh slap, laughing when you responded with a loud whimper before he reached to his race car jacket to grab his phone from the pocket.
âDamnit!â Miguel rolled his eyes, looking at his phone screen and it read, âDana.â His girlfriend. As much as he didnât want to answer, he still clicked the green button. As soon as he held his phone to his ear, he slid his now soft cock out of your pussy.
âAw! Come back, Miggy!â
âGive me a sec, nena. Itâs Dana.â Miguel murmured, hearing you continue to protest for him to stick his cock back in but instead he leaned down to give you a sloppy kiss, slowly rubbing tight circles on your clit as he waited for Dana say whatever the hell she wanted to talk about at 1am. âHeyâ Dana..right now isnât a good time.â
âYeah you mustâve been sleeping! But..I just missed you.â Dana replied affectionately through the other line. She seemed eager at the fact Miguel picked up.
Though he didnât match his girlfriendâs enthusiasm, his focus remained on you. Resting himself on your back, using his tongue to finally explore your drooling mouth while listening to Dana talk endlessly about her day, how much she misses Miguel, and how she wished she could have attended the race to see him win.
Your knees still prompted on the car floor, slowly aching from how long you stayed in that uncomfortable position as you press your thighs tightly, trying to relief the loss of your best friendâs cock. You swore you could fall asleep from the boring conversation Dana was basically having a conversation with herself. You never liked her, she was obnoxious and passed herself around way too much. But the feeling was mutual between the two of you, she never liked how you and Miguel are so close..Dana has suspected most of the time that you were both hanging outâ you were sucking his cock at the back of his car.
Miguel mindlessly nodded at whatever Dana said, humming against your lips until he pulled away and watch you lay your head, pouting your lips. âMhm..mhm..yeah?â Miguel shrugged, not paying attention at all. He was watching the mixture of your juices and his cum oozing out of your pussy, the scene was absolutely breathtaking, literally. He couldnât breathe right as he watched your fluids drip down your thighs and onto the carpet, staining it but Miguel didnât care.
Though you were sensitive and exhausted, you pathetically whined loudlyâ surely Dana had catch that. âHey Dana, Iâm kinda busy right now. Let me call you back in 20 minutes?â Miguel interrupted his girlfriend during mid-conversation. His eyes trained on your leaking hole, watching as more of his cum spill out of you, the feeling making your body shudder once more.
âActually let me call you back in the morning, yeah?â
ââââââââââââââââââââ
SOMEONE FUCKING HELP ME!!! IVE BEEN CONTEMPLATING ON POSTING THIS FOR 5 DAYS NOW. PLEASE PLEASE IM SORRY ITS BAD I JUST LOVE MIGUELđ
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For the Road
Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Warnings: NSFW, oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk
You lie in the quiet of dawn, cool rays of a hesitant sunrise filtering through the curtains, as Eddie plays with your fingers.
âI donât want to go on tour.â
His words are so soft you almost donât hear them muffled against your neck. Itâs the first either of you have spoken since youâd woken up in each otherâs arms. Distress pricks your throat.
âWhy not? Youâre going to have so much fun and the crowds are gonna be sick.â Your tone is cheery. You want the best for your man, even if that means feigning excitement in the face of his imminent departure.
Eddie shifts in bed in order to look at you.
âYou wonât be there.â
In spite of the stubble thatâs accumulated on his face over night, his crumpled expression leaves him looking boyish. Your heart aches.
âI will be there, silly. You know Iâm coming to London to meet up with you.â
âYeah, at the end of the tour,â he groans, burying his face back against your neck. The laugh you let out in response is genuine. You donât want him to be hurting, but his petulance is endearing in this context. Plus, you secretly like knowing you arenât the only one dreading your separation.
âIâll just be a phone call away, you know.â
âPromise?â
You tap him till he looks up at you again so he can see your outstretched pinky. Grinning, he hooks his larger one around yours.
âIâll be waiting for you, Eddie Munson,â you reply.
âAnd thinking impure thoughts about me?â Eddie asks hopefully, a wolfish grin lighting up his features. You slide your free hand down his chest and under the covers.
âI only think impure thoughts about you, babe.â You go to press against what you assumed would be his half aroused member only to find it fully rigid under your palm. You intake breath sharply with a laugh. âYouâre already hard?â
âWhat do you expect? Your hand is on my dick.â Eddie says it like itâs the most obvious thing in the entire world.
âYeah, for like two seconds,â you say, rolling your eyes.
âWhat can I say? Thatâs all it takesâfuuuck.â
Eddie trails off into a groan as you wrap your hand around his length in earnest under the waistband of his boxers.
Itâs only a few minutes before heâs panting, head tossed back and wavy hair sprayed out against the pillows.
âOh fuck, just like that, baby.â His voice is low. Gruff with lust and leftover sleep. âYouâve got the magic touch, you know that?â
You hum in response. Youâre too focused on the âtask at handâ to let him really distract you with his praise. Youâre stationed between his thighs, one hand gripping the base of his cock while the other fists up and down, squeezing and twisting over the mushroom head with a flourish each time.
Each time the tip is exposed, you flick your tongue over it, rewarded with his deep moans.
If Eddie was going to be on the road, you were going to be leaving him with plenty of material for his daydreams.
When you start bobbing up and down, taking him deeper in your mouth, thatâs when his hips start bucking.
âPrincess, itâs - shit - morning. You know I canâtâŚfuck. Canât last long in the morning.â He attempts to push you off but you just look up with a grin, your hands still working him expertly.
âOh I know.â
âI havenât gotten you yet,â he practically whines, reaching to squeeze at your breast through your sleep shirt.
âIâll sit on your face later. Right now I want you to cum, ok baby?â you ask before dropping back down to take him all the way down your throat without further warning.
Eddie gasps and his whole body jerks.
âHoly fuckingâŚoh god. Yes maâam.â
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Finding Batboy
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He just wanted to be Danny. Just Danny, nothing else.
But who was Danny anymore?
Danny was a 14-year-old boy who died in a tragic accident. Danny had a decent life with friends and a sister who he loved. Danny wanted to be an astronaut and loved the stars. Danny had an astrology phase that made him so annoying to everyone but Sam. Danny liked dogs and cats hated him for no reason no matter how much he loved them. Danny wanted to join the robotics club with Tucker. Danny still snuck into his sister's room when he was scared to sleep in her bed.
But Danny is dead. Danny has been dead for years now.
He missed being Danny.
Now he was Phantom.
No past.
No home.
No family.
But if that was true, what did that make Dick?
Just another person that he would have to leave behind. It wouldn't be long. History doesn't repeat but it rhymes. It can't last. It won't.
Danny flew to some abandoned factory located somewhere in Gotham. He hadn't really paid much attention. He just needed a desolate place to land. Somewhere even the ghosts have long abandoned.
Truthfully Danny didn't want to be alone. A part of him felt the urge to find that revenant that he had met. Something that felt familiar to him, someone that could understand.
But right now Danny wanted to rest and he wasn't picky about where. He wrapped his wings in a tight cocoon and plopped on the ground. His sleep was deep, more than he ever remembered having before, except once.
Danny walked through the halls of a spiraling tower that overlooked the Ghost Zone. The tower was decorated with stars and moons. Mist hovered just above the floor creating a icy blue carpet. Ghost sheep napped in corners. The scent of poppy and pine filled the air.
As Danny ascended to the top he met with a familiar face. Nocturne the ghost of dreams. The ghost's thick bridged nose reminded Danny of that of a sheep that matched his curled ramhorns. His red eyes with horizontal pupils reminded him of a demonic ram he had seen in a horror movie once. Danny could practically hear that line again: "Would thou like to live deliciously?"
It still gave Danny chills.
"Please refrain from making such comparisons." Nocturne said, his voice deep but soft at the same time.
Danny had gotten to know Nocturne some time ago. Apparently, he and Clockwork were close. They shared a high rank among ghosts as they were abstract manifestations rather then being that were once living like some. The hierarchy of ghosts was complex, and Nocturne was not someone to look down on.
"Nox, why am I here?" Danny said standing before the seven-foot frame of the amorphous ghost.
"You are spending too much time in the material realm. If you don't get time back in the realm to which you belong you'll go mad. It's already starting to happen. I stole your mind away for a bit to give you a mental break but your body is already starting to break down." Nocturne said waving a finger at him.
"My body and brain are fine Nox." Danny said crossing his arms.
Nocturne picked the boy up with one hand and held him at eye level.
"You are having trouble shifting are you not? Its not coming as easily as it should. The more attached you get to a form without the energy from our world to break it up the worse it will be. The Ghost of Time has already told me of the problem. You must stay here for the time being and recover. It is what's best. Mental weakness is the worst one can suffer and the remedy is sleep." Nocturne's breath smelled like warm milk and cinnamon. It calmed Danny's nerves and made his eyes heavy.
Clockwork had put him up to this. That old man...really was....annoying....Zzzz.
Back in the world of the living and awake mass panic has broken out.
Batboy is currently missing and Nightwing is not handling it well. The entirety of the Gotham Vigilantes team has been notified and is searching the cities of Gotham and Bludhaven.
"Have you searched the docks?" Nightwing asked frantically as he searched every rooftop in the city.
"I'm working on it. Do you really think he's here?" Red Robin said scanning every unit on the lot.
Red Hood didn't know what the BatBoy kid looked like other than the whole wings thing. If his little buddy Phantom could help it would help.
Although they had a slight resemblance Jason could see too many differences when looking at the pictures. Phantom had round ears, and silver hair that moved like fire and looked like a human. Batboy had long sharp ears, claws, pointy teeth, blueish-green skin, wings, and a white fluff around his neck. Clearly, they were different.
Batman searched the dark allies of Gotham as Signal and Orphan split up to cover as much ground as possible. Oracle searched every camera from the past few hours for the boy.
The good news was that Batboy was found. The bad news was who found him.
"Poor little Bluebird lost his fledgling and Batsy is looking for the lost pup. I should let them know that the little guy has been found! Ahahahaha!"
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Wrestle Me
Tokyo had reached record temperatures that day. The sun was roasting the city, every street was a mirage from the bending light of its shine. The weather recently had been sending everyone either inside or to the nearest water source.
Yuji had gone to the beach with Megumi and Nobara in a futile attempt to escape the heat that had Japan in the sweaty palm of its hand. They had offered you and Sukuna a spot on the railway car there, but you knew that Sukuna was too exhausted from his recent missions to do any sort of going out. Not to mention the draining effect of the heat stacked on top of that. You were in the mood to just enjoy each other's presence.
The two of you were sheltered away in the darkness of his bedroom, lying sprawled out across the floor in front of his small rotating fan. Sukuna and Yuji never turned the A/C on. Since they had moved into their own apartment, the brothers had become rather stingy when it came to the bills. The air didn't start up until the room felt like a sauna, and it turned off much too soon to give relief.
Sweat continued to drip down the both of your spines, but Sukuna didn't seem to mind it. He was enjoying the peace of his day off, dressed against the heat in nothing but his boxer briefs and a tank top. He had his head resting in the cushion of your lap, his eyes were transfixed on an old leather notebook that he had stolen from one of the professors a few days ago. It was in a language you hadn't taken at the academy yet, but Sukuna tells you it was early notes on jujutsu from the old world.
You had been scrolling through your phone, occasionally showing him something you found amusing or anything that reminded you of him. He only gave you a reaction to maybe 10% of the material, but it was fun to see him roll his eyes, or scoff and wave your phone away.
The longer you remained in the same spot,however, the sweatier you felt and the more frustrated with the heat. You tried not to squirm under Sukuna's head, remaining as still as possible as though he were a sleeping animal taking refuge on your lap. Boredom, however, eventually pulls the last straw that has you stirring.
An idea comes to mind.
Sukuna glances up at you, as though he expects you to show him something else on your phone, but instead his attention is caught by the mischievous glint you feel twinkling in your eye.
"Wrestle me." You beam at him.
It was somewhat of a joke.
Compared to your boyfriend, it was clear who would win in a pinning tournament between the two of you.
 Sukuna, who enjoys kickboxing in his spare time. Sukuna, who has never missed an opportunity for a fight in the decade that you've known him, who could dead-lift your torso with ease if he so desired.
Sukuna, who has never touched you with anything but heart wrenching gentleness.
His eyes widen at your command, the notebook he had previously found so interesting has been completely forgotten. He seems to catch the drift of your lack of entertainment, and quickly plays along. His surprise melts into an amused little smile.
"Oh yeah? Think you got a chance, kid?" He taunts, placing the book beside him. His attention now fully focused on you.
You snort, you were only a year younger than he was, but he loved to emphasize it when he could. Sukuna mistakes your noise as a scoff and cocks a daring brow at you.
You love when heâs in a playful mood.
"I could take you any day." You tease. Part of you is running for the hills inside, but another part is having fun with the big bad wolf. That was the constant state you were in with him. Sukuna didn't even have to try and he always had your heart racing.
Sukuna makes an impressed noise, "That, I'm well aware of. I don't know about in a fight, though."
You groan at his joke, shaking your head in disappointment, but Sukuna grabs onto your chin before you can get even one turn of your head out.
"Let's find out." Â
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Ten minutes later, you're drenched in twice the amount of sweat as you were before, but Sukuna has barely lost a drop. He's got you twisted like a pretzel beneath him, holding your limbs in just the right way so that you're completely incapacitated in his hands.
Your first mistake was thinking Sukuna knew how to play-fight. The only person he had been remotely close with in your childhood was his twin brother, and the two of them had often "wrestled", but it only ended when one of them had blood dripping out of their noses. You learned early on not to question it. Having two boys as your childhood best friends had you turning your gaze from a lot of things, in fact.
The only thing you questioned now, was how you were going to get out of your current predicament. You were sure Sukuna was having a blast practically hogtying you with his hands, and now he knew how easy it was to get you in this position. It was a double whammy that would surely effect you in the future.Â
"Did you really think I'd go easy on you?" The weight of his chest presses into your back as he leans over you, sending hot breath over your neck. "How cute."
"Okay, okay! I give!" You whine, trying to wriggle out from beneath him. You had to admit that it was getting slightly painful, but Sukuna was well aware of your pressure points and where to stay away from. You still had one last trick up your sleeve, however.
Satisfied with your surrender, he nips at your ear with his teeth before he slides off of you and relinquishes his effortless grip. Before he can fully turn away, however, you're leaping onto his back like a monkey and tackling him into his mattress. It was a dirty tactic, but you had been wrestling your childhood best friend Yuji since the two of you were in elementary school, so you were no stranger to tricks of the trade. Especially the feign defeat card.
He blinks up at you. It was a difficult task to take Sukuna off guard, but you had accomplished it.
"Sucker." You playfully stick your tongue out at him, blowing a raspberry. Inside your chest, your heart is racing like a hummingbirdâs wings. Itâs almost like Sukuna knows this, because even though youâre the one on top of him, heâs still looking at you with an amused grin- unaffected by your change of position.Â
"You have a higher pain tolerance than I thought you did." He notes, tilting his head to the side like he's considering something. "What can we do with that new information, I wonder?"Â
It was another intimidation tactic. A good one. It had chills running down your spine. But, you werenât going to let him win so easily this time. Suddenly, you were interested in how far you could push him, as well.Â
"Come on 'Kuna," You chide, your nose is practically touching his- a rabbit pressing against the snout of a hungry wolf. "Can't take defeat, my love?"
"Oh doll," His voice is a husky drawl, rough hands slide their way from their resting places on your hips to slip under the hem of your shirt and brush the skin of your waist. You try to contain your shiver. "You're playing a very dangerous game."
One last wave of confidence sweeps through you as you lean down, just like he always did, to murmur lowly into his ear. "And you're losing."
That did it.
Sukuna grabs onto your waist so quickly, you barely have time to register it before he loops his leg around your knee and easily flips the two of you back to your original position. You're giggling beneath him as he gathers your face into his hands, pressing calloused fingers into your cheeks. You've gotten under his impenetrable skin. You didn't know it, but you always did.
No matter how strong a man is, he will always lose to the woman he loves.
Sukuna was slowly starting to accept that.
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Back in my Arms
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader
Word Count: 1,173
Summary: Your relationship with Bucky is still new and even though the feelings are deep it's hard to put a label on it but when something goes wrong while he's out on a mission you realize just how much he means to you.
Author's Note: Because who wouldn't miss Bucky and worry about him when he's out saving the world? Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! đĽ°
Warnings: some worry and angst to start, soft and sweet fluff that turns to sexy times quick, semi-public se-x sorta :D
The loud ringing of your phone startles you from sleep and you sit up with a jolt. Searching the night table with a sweep of your hand you knock several things off but finally wrap your fingers around your phone.
âHello,â you grumble sleepily.
âYou were asleep.â
Your best friendâs uneasy voice comes through in a whisper and your heart starts to thump harder against your ribcage.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask.
âBabeâŚâ
You sit up straighter and throw the covers off. âWhat?â
âThey arenât giving us any details but I just saw the newsâŚâ
âWhat?â you repeat and press your hand to your chest.
âIt looks like the team is back but something went wrong.â
âDid you hear anything about Bucky?â
Your voice is shaky as you frantically search your room for clothes.
âNo names butâŚâ
âOh my god.â
âIâm sure heâs fine babe,â she assures you even as her voice waivers. âBut donât turn on the TV or look at anything on your phone. Did he call?â
You slowly pull the phone away from your ear and check your messages.
Nothing.
You look at your missed calls and voicemail.
Still nothing.
When you hear your friend calling your name you place the phone back to your ear and whisper, ânothing.â
âItâs BuckyâŚheâs fine.â
âOkay. He has to be fine. I meanâŚtechnically Iâm not his girlfriend. I canât just rush over there and check on him, can I?â
âWhat you meant to say is, âyouâre not his girlfriend yet,â and whoâs going to stop you?â
You nod as you start to pull on some clothes.
âI have to go. Iâll call you soon.â
With a few more reassuring words your best friend hangs up and you rush into the bathroom to make yourself presentable and then throw on Buckyâs Henley. The one you maybe forgot to return before he left for the mission.
Trying your best not to picture the worst in your head you run out of your apartment building and hail wildly for a cab.
Once inside your feet bounce along the floor and your hands are clasped tightly together in your lap as you silently will the driver to go faster.
When the cab pulls up to the tower you throw money into the front seat with a stilted âthank youâ and will yourself to take steady breaths.
Friday greets you and lets you in, directing you to the med bay on the lower floor.
Heart in your throat you creep out of the elevator and look left and right. Itâs quiet. Almost too quiet and you step out.
âDoll?â
You whirl around at the sound of Buckyâs voice.
Heâs standing there in his dark jeans that are painted on, his soft shirt rolled up to the elbows and his leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. The fluorescent lighting gleams off his metal arm and you hear his fingers tighten into a fist.
âOh good,â you whisper as his image blurs. âYouâre okay.â
You try not to sniffle and keep your hands at your sides.
âI heard there was some trouble, so IâŚI figured I would come and check on you. And the rest of the team.â
âYou came to check on me?â
His raspy voice sends a tremble down your spine.
âYes.â
He takes a step closer.
âIs that my shirt doll face?â
âOhâŚ,â you grab the hem and finger the soft material.
âDollâŚplease. Please come here.â
You back up a step, hitting the elevator door. âIâŚI was so worried.â
His swallow is audible and you watch the muscles in his neck shift.
âI would have called but my phone is busted and I had to make sure Sam was ok.â
âIs Sam ok?â you ask, suddenly breathless again.
âThankfully heâs going to be fine. Just needs some time.â
You nod and let out a shaky breath. He approaches slowly, dropping his jacket to the floor and holding his arms out for you.
âDollâŚplease. Come here. Let me kiss you. Itâs all Iâve wanted to do for the past three weeks.â
Your whispered âokay,â can barely be heard above your breathing but the second heâs close enough you launch yourself into his arms.
He wraps you up tightly, your slight shakes making him coo softly in your ear as he smooths his hands along your back and kisses your head.
âOh doll,â he whispers. âIâm fine. Iâm right here.â
Your face presses into his chest and you inhale.
When his hand slides higher and wraps around the back of your neck he brings your eyes to his, their gaze falling to your mouth before he closes the distance, crashing his lips to yours. Â Â
Your broken moan makes him press you impossibly closer, needing to feel all of you.
He growls your name and takes two steps backward, pinning you against the wall. His lips trail down your neck and then back up until they meet your earlobe.
âI canât fuck you here doll. But if we donât stop thatâs exactly what Iâm going to do.â
âI need you now,â you plead, dragging your fingers through his hair. âNow Bucky. Please. I canât wait.â
Youâve barely got the words out when he lifts you into his arms and starts to move down the hallway. You pull on his shirt and wrap your legs around his waist, rocking your hips against his.
His hand reaches out to feel for a doorknob and he kicks open the door to an old med room. You slide down his body and onto the floor as he reaches behind him to turn the lock.
Your fingers slip under his shirt and you run your fingernails over his abs as he walks you backward toward the wall.
âTake his off. Please. I need to feel you.â
âThatâs my line doll,â he murmurs.
The urgency in your touch is nearly his undoing and between kisses he fumbles with your leggings, groaning when he slips his hand between your legs and feels the soaked fabric of your panties.
With a rip they float to the floor and he spreads your legs apart with his knee. You push his pants down and free him, taking him in your hand and guiding him closer.
He stills, trying to focus on his breathing and garner some semblance of control.
âRough Bucky. I want it hard and rough.â
There goes any chance he had of holding onto control.
He fills you in one swift stroke and you bite back a scream, moaning into his hand when he covers your mouth.
âI thought about you the whole fucking time we were gone. I never stopped.â
He drops his hand to hear you whine his name in response and he slows the movement of his hips.
âTell me you missed me,â he groans.
You inhale and curl your fingers into his skin.
âI missed you.â
He grabs your ass and lifts you higher, angling your hips so he can go deeper.
âSay it again,â he demands.
âMissed you Bucky. I missed you so much.â
@hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @lizette50 @kmc1989 @goldylions @littleseasiren @blackwidownat2814 @buckysdollforlife
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more smutty scenarios for monster trio x fem!reader
EVERYONE IS 18+ (minors please dni !)
a/n: sooo, i elaborated⌠switched it up a little from the original idea but basically just how i think some sleepy sex scenarios w the op men would go (please bear with me i wrote this while sleep deprived and have not touched it since)
donât forget to like, reblog, and comment to support my work! mwah <3
âgood morningâ
luffy
wakes up with his arms wrapped around you, head in your chest, knees brushing yours
his head is all fuzzy with sleep, and youâre scent is surrounding him like a warm blanket
heâs already smiling all dopey and sleepy before he even opens his eyes
just bc he knows youâll be there when he does
when youâre eyes flutter open he canât help but stare at you
and maybe you have a little drool at the corner of your mouth, and maybe your hair looks like a total mess, but he couldnât care less
he thinks you look so beautiful and sweet the way youâre looking at him, and then when you yawn out a soft âgood morningâ he canât help but kiss you
because he canât keep his hands (or his mouth in this instance) off of you for more than like 5 minutes max
he kisses soft little sweet pecks to your lips over and over until youâre both giggling, and heâs kissing all over your face
heâll genuinely kiss every single inch of your face until he winds up back at your lips
except this time his kisses arenât little sweet pecks
theyâre still gentle and slow, but so much deeper
and then heâs slipping his tongue into your mouth and you guys are fully making out
his hands are slowly roaming up and down the sides of your body
luffy is usually pretty fast paced and straight to the point, so you only really get him at this speed when heâs tired ^^
things will get heated pretty quickly, languid, sloppy kisses paired with you hooking a leg around his waist
heâd firmly grab at your hip, bringing you down against his rapidly growing erection at a steady and slow rhythm, both of you still in your underwear
heâd be so gentle and tender about it
not wanting it to be too much for you
you stay curled up against each other on your side, invading each others space in the beat way
he loves being so close to your face
being able to watch you so closely as your lips part and your eyebrows furrow
heâs all smiley and fucked out already and youâve barely done anything
but youâre so warm, and youâre soft little whimpers are so pretty, and you feel so good rubbing against him
his arm is wrapped around you, pulling you as close to him as possible, because he just wants to feel all of you
hand under the thin material of your t-shirt, cool against your warmed skin, he flips you so that youâre straddling him
and heâs still moving your hips to grind against him as he lives on you
his already blunt nature would increase tenfold, because he has absolutely no filter when heâs sleepy
he would also be mumbling and slurring his words because talking is too much effort
âfeel sâgoodâ
âlips are sooo softâ
âwanna cum together, can yâdo that?â
heâll absolutely melt if you rest your hand on his cheek or his jaw while you let him make you feel good
and he loves it if you litter sleepy kisses on his face and neck
loves when you get all mushy and melt into him, trusting him to take care of you
his hairs a mess, and his voice is scratchy with sleep, and his chest is warm against yours
his eyes stare at you like you built the earth from the ground up
your body feels like a live wire just from the intensity behind his gaze alone
he would just continue to gently manhandle you until you both cum in your underwear together, panting and whining soft little moans into each others mouths and grasping at each other like a lifeline
âgood morningâ
gets super energized and bubbly like 10 minutes after
probably walks to breakfast shirtless, hair still a mess, and the biggest grin on his face, dragging you along while your kiss bitten lips are still red
everyone knows
zoro
letâs be real, zoroâs always a little sleepy
like 85% of the time he just wants to take a nap
and sometimes his desire to sleep does not line up well with your needs
youâd find him laying down with his arms crossed, clearly trying to get some shut eye after a training session
but youâve been waiting all day to get him alone
and watching him train does not help with your desires
but now the stars are out, and everyone else has gone off to bed, and you just wanât the uncomfortable ache to go away
so you curl up beside him, his arm instinctively wrapping around you because he has your body committed to memory
an eye pops open to look at you anyway
he doesnât say anything, giving you the space to use as you please
he knows you want something the second he looks at you
the way you smile up at him all coy and fiddle your fingers against his chest
âhiâ
âhiâ
âŚ
you lay there in silence for a while after that, and he closes his eyes again
then you start kissing him
sweet little pecks across his chest, up his collarbone, his neck, his jaw, his cheek, making your way to his lips-
âdid you want to ask me something?â
heâs very straight forward and to the point, and he doesnât want you to beat around the bush if you have something you want to say
but then your hiding your face in his chest, core pressing ever so subtly against his thigh
and of course he notices, because heâs in tune with every little thing about you
âohhh, i see. is that what this is about?â
he presses his thigh harder against your clothed cunt, almost like a test, reveling in the little whimper it pulls from your lips
he loves being right, especially when it comes to how well he knows you
he would compete in a trivia all about you if he could and he would probably win by a landslide
heâd reach his hand down, so close to where you need him, but not yet giving you what you want
he likes teasing you and getting you all whiny and eager
âwant me to take care of this for you?â
âplease-â
no matter how tired he is, heâll always take care of you when you need him
especially when you ask so nicely
besides, the fact that youâre needy for him is enough to make him a little wound up himself
if heâs really tired heâll let you ride his thigh, helping your hips move back and forth at a lazy pace
âis that better? does that feel good, hm?â
âthats it, just keep going like thatâ
âjust get yourself there, sweetheartâ
âdoing such a good jobâ
but sometimes heâll even let you ride his dick, relaxing into the pleasure and watching the view as you chase your release
âslow down, sweetheart, itâs not a raceâ
âyeah, shit- nice and easy, just like thatâ
âi know, honey, youâre so closeâ
heâll leave lazy kisses all across your collar bone and your shoulder, and soothing strokes of his thumb on your hips
eyes lidded and tired
when youâre hips start to stutter and it all feels like too much, he will not let up no matter how tired he is
because all he wants is to make you feel better
and he loves watching you slowly unravel
heâll grind your hips himself when it all becomes too much, pulling you down harder and watching in awe as you come undone on top of him
definitely a good relaxer before bed
gets both of you warm and fuzzy and ready to fall asleep wrapped up in each other
sanji
youâre already in bed and half asleep when sanji comes in
he curls up into your back, moving your hair aside to leave delicate kisses up your should and neck, landing at the sweet spot behind tour jaw
the action makes you stir, whining a little and shuffling around, a little fruatrated at being woken up
âhello, my darling.â
he greets between kisses, working at your sweet spot until you let out another pretty whine
his hips twitch involuntarily into your ass, and you come to your senses a little bit when you feel how painfully hard he is
âsanji, itâs too late for thisâ
you go to turn and look at him but he hold you in place
âno need to move, dove. you donât have to do anything at allâ
âjust relax, iâll do all the workâ
âjust need to be inside you so badly, mon amourâ
âplease let me feel youâ
his desperate words, whiny tone, and sweet kisses are all more than enough to make your panties damp
heâll pull your panties to the side under your night dress, holding you close to his chest as he slowly eases himself inside you
his mouth presses tender kisses right under your ear, allowing you to hear all of his pretty noises loud and clear
heâs absolutely desperate, having watched you walk around in a pretty little dress all day
his hips move almost on their own, needily rutting into you from behind with strings of âthank youâs flowing from his lips
of course now youâre really needy too
âshit- harder. need it, please-â
and his hips are pressing into you harder before you can even finish your sentence
he canât last very long, because youâre squeezing him so well, and your so warm and wet, and heâs practically trembling with pleasure from being on edge all day
but he wants to feel you cum first
so he brings he fingers down to gently swirl against your clit, coaxing you towards the edge
âiâm so close, my loveâ
âyou feel so amazingâ
âwant to feel you cum around me. will you let me feel you, angel?â
âplease cum for me, darlingâ
so you do, and he follows suit seconds after you, eyes rolling back into his skull as he buries his face in your neck
asks open!
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enha when you pass out on their shoulder âď¸
pairing : ot7 x gn!reader
genre : pure fluff
warnings : none!
word count : 0.75k
a/n : because youâre irresponsible like that ;) no but in all seriousness âpassing outâ here just refers to falling asleep, not the medical condition đ
đ heeseung
just loves the sensations of you
your warm breath, faint on his chest; your hair spreading across his sweater; your fingers subconsciously playing and tugging at the sleeve
does it melt him? yes, it melts him
it melts him so much that he canât sit straight anymore, he has to surrender to gravity and cuddle with you
slightly surprised when you donât stir; heâs like âoh theyâre knocked outâ and decides to bridal carry you to the bed so you can stay comfy for the night
tucks you in and everything, he is father⢠material methinks
đ jay
drapes his jacket/blanket over you so fast
and so effortlessly
gentility is second nature for this man he is a GENTLEMAN
could stay perfectly still forever if that meant good sleep for you
and does exactly that the entire night, literally falls asleep in that position he loves you that much
then wakes up the next morning and nags you incessantly
âyou are going to massage my shoulder for the next full hour.â âwhy :(â âbecause i sacrificed the imminent comfort of my bed to be your pillow for 9 hours.â
maybe heâs dramatic but heâs right !!
đ jake
mm. would rather have you sitting in his lap but this will do.
does the thing where he shifts his body towards you a bit and plants a billion kisses on the top of your head
you better be dreaming of him
eventually gives up on offering his shoulder, just hugs you
talks to you even if youâre unresponsive, partly bc heâd be lonely otherwise
but mostly bc he thinks itâs the perfect time to confess (as if he doesnât confess to you through all of your waking hours)
ây/n you are so so beautifulâ âi would give up the world for youâ
is it possible to blush in your sleep?? bc jake would make it happen
đ sunghoon
is so so smug about it
like âyes. see how their head fits perfectly into the crook of my neck. (itâs not a question.) soulmates indeed.â
HEAD PATS
just strokes your hair softly and heâs so nonchalant about it
if you werenât already dozing his pets are so soothing they leave you in a SLUMBER
might even whisper cheesy little things knowing that you wonât remember them
âmy princess đĽ°â âmy snuggle bear đâ
okay iâll shut up
đ sunoo
it starts with a side eye (when does it not)
somewhere between concern and shock, heâs all like âthis is not typical y/n behavior this is not the y/n i know this is not my y/n why are they not alive hold upââ
does the two fingers under your nose thing to check if youâre breathing
you are, of course, and then heâs just like well đś clingy y/n era. guess iâll have to get used to this.
makes a point to rest his head on yours âthis will be a symbiotic relationship not a parasitic oneâ
if you end up waking up and for witty banterâs sake the first thing you say is âyour head was heavy đâ
oh you are setting yourself UP there
âbaby your existence weighs down on me /lhâ
đ jungwon
insert surprised cat face
tends to be the one snuggling into you so this throws him off a little, but in the best possible way
makes it his temporary life goal not to move
nearly an hour in, his neck is begging to be cracked
he hadnât even noticed how stiff heâd become, he was watching you so intently
heâs thinking about holding out as long as he can but then heâs like âyou are not a child you can find yourself a bed to sleep onâ
still wakes you up sooo carefully, and when he realizes youâre too groggy to move, he lets you snooze on his lap instead
the way you and only you can break his resolve UGH where is my jungwon fr
đ niki
absolutely EXHAUSTS your phone storage with 127000 photos of you
none of them are flattering, trust me
âitâs like a polaroid loveâ um more like polaroid done dirty
drool starting to escape your lips? đ¤¨đ¸
cheek squishing into his shoulder and you look like a fish? đ¸đ¤
adores you through it all of course
i do think heâs less the type to whisper sweet nothings while youâre asleep, but only bc heâd rather see your flustered reaction and make fun of it
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